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“But, indeed, we prefer books to pounds; and we love manuscripts better than florins; and we prefer small pamphlets to war horses. — Isaac D’Israeli

Got myself a pair of glasses three months ago. Man, am I getting old!

I was pondering on mortality and the inevitable deterioration of my “machine parts” when my eyes rested on my stuffed-to-the-core bookshelf. A moment of instant clarity…now I understand. Age is not wholly responsible. Part of the blame rests on these irresistible gems….

1) The God of Small Things — Arundhati Roy

It just breaks my heart from a different angle everytime….

If he touched her, he couldn’t talk to her, if he loved her he couldn’t leave, if he spoke he couldn’t listen, if he fought he couldn’t win…


Of him she had no memory at all. Not even what he looked like.

Perhaps this was because she never really knew him, nor ever heard of what happened to him.

The God of Loss.

The God of Small Things

He left no footprints in the sand, no ripples in water, no image in mirrors…

2) Oryx and Crake — Margaret Atwood

“So this was the rest of his life. It felt like a party to which he’d been invited, but at an address he couldn’t actually locate. Someone must be having fun at it, this life of his; only, right at the moment, it wasn’t him.”

3) Just A Couple of Days — Tony Vigorito

“Everything makes perfect sense in retrospect. No event however preposterous, will fail to find itself indispensable to some future happenstance.”

4) The Da Vinci Code, Angels and Demons — Dan Brown

For some reason, these books made me look at my religion as rich and interesting, albeit scandalous. Secret societies, century-old memories, the forgotten sacred feminine… I loved all of it.

5) Unbearable Lightness of Being — Milan Kundera

“He loved her from the time he was a child until the time he accompanied her to the cemetery; he loved her in his memories as well. That is what made him feel that fidelity deserved pride of place among the virtues: fidelity gave a unity to lives that would otherwise splinter into thousands of split-second impressions.”

6) Maybe (Maybe Not) — Robert Fulghum

Whenever life becomes Tinkertoys, the queen may be sacrificed.

When in need of a bit of sunshine, a bit of laughter, a reason to keep hoping, a reminder of what matters and what shouldn’t be forgotten… pull out a copy, settle in and savor every thought. The author’s a genius at thawing frozen hearts.

7) Me Talk Pretty One Day — David Sedaris

Reminds me of my Japanese and the first few “interesting” months of living alone in a foreign country…

“Understanding doesn’t mean that you can suddenly talk the language, Far from it. It’s a small step, nothing more, yet its rewards are intoxicating and deceptive. The teacher continued her diatribe and I settled back, bathing in the subtle beauty of each new curse and insult.

‘ You exhaust me with your foolishness and reward my efforts with nothing but pain, do you understand me? ‘

The world opened up, and it was with great joy that I responded, ‘ I know the thing you speak exact now. Talk me more, you, plus, please, plus’ …… “